Oh wow! I think it would be best if you ignored them then. It does sound a lot sketchy. 😬
I inquired about it and was advised against it. According to the person, "People who signed with them received no benefits." They reached out to me a few years ago, but I did not respond then either.
I think you will do a great job, and I'm glad my book was able to inspire you. In case you need any advice, do not hesitate to let me know. ❤️❤️
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Yes 🥺🥺🥺 Sit tight ❤️
Thank you 😊😊 Just a few crazy dips. But I was thankfully able to scale through. Thanks for asking 🤗
Almost the same theme with almost all characters coming again. Different setting.
EXERPT **** "You… weren’t supposed to leave… today," the girl rasped, her voice cracking with a cough. One of the men in the room scoffed, a sneer twisting his lips. "Says who? Some spoiled brat?" "Says the Leader," she retorted, her voice trembling. A wave of laughter erupted from the men, their mocking voices echoing through the smoke-filled common room. "And why should we listen to her?" one sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. The girl shrank back, her small frame dwarfed by their hulking figures. They were all castaways, discarded by society, but her vulnerability marked her as different. Another cough wracked her body. "Because… she is the Leader!" The man spat on the floor, sending a spray of saliva towards her. He kicked her bucket and rag, scattering water across the grimy floor. He was disgusting. They all were. This was her job to clean this place. Maybe not her job, but she did it anyway. Yet they never made it easy. "I don't take orders from a girl," the man growled, advancing on her. His shadow loomed over her, menacing and cold. "The only leader I recognized was Scar. May his soul rest in peace." "She's Leader Scar's daughter!" she snapped, her anger momentarily drowning out her fear. "Adopted!" he barked back, his smirk widening. "It doesn't matter!" she insisted, her voice rising. "Before he died, Leader Scar said she would guide us. And she has! She's kept us alive, provided for us. You have no right to disrespect her. Especially not today!" The man's eyes narrowed. "Today? What's so special about today?" "It's the anniversary of Leader Scar's death," the girl whispered, "and you're not even wearing black! Disgraceful—" "You must be courting death, you little wench!" The man lunged, his hand tightening around her throat. She gasped, clawing at his wrist, her breath escaping in desperate, ragged bursts. The others roared with laughter, enjoying her struggle. "You think you're something, don't you?" he hissed, releasing her with a jerk. She crumpled to the floor, coughing, gasping for air. He crouched down, his face inches from hers. "The dead are dead," he sneered, spitting beside her. "Men lead. And women..." He shoved her forehead back with his filthy hand. "...know their place." "And what place is that?" A chilling silence fell over the room. The voice, low and steady, emanated from the doorway. The men whirled around as the door creaked open. A figure emerged, draped in black – pants, boots, even a hat that shadowed her face. A mask concealed her mouth, but her auburn hair and piercing grey eyes were visible. Her boots struck the floor with deliberate thuds as she advanced. Before the man could react and get on his feet, her boot lashed out, connecting with his chest with a bone-jarring thud. He flew back, crashing into a table. "Leader!" the men stammered, scrambling to their feet and bowing low. She was as strong as she was crazy. The woman removed her hat and mask, revealing eyes rimmed with a dangerous red. They knew where she had been – at Scar's grave. Her gaze swept over them, icy and unforgiving. "Today was Scar's fifth death anniversary," she said, her voice like shattered glass. "And you dare get drunk? Dare leave the village?" Her eyes narrowed on the glinting jewelry some attempted to conceal. "I see new things on you." The men cowered, stuffing the trinkets into their pockets. Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "If any of you bring trouble to this village... I will have your heads mounted on spikes." She let the threat hang heavy in the air. "The dead are dead. But the living... can die." She extended a hand to Nala, still coughing on the floor. The girl, trembling, grasped it, her small fingers clinging to the offered strength. The Leader pulled her to her feet. Just before the door closed, she commanded, her voice echoing through the stunned silence, “Do not step out of this room until it’s scrubbed clean.” The door slammed shut, leaving the men to
The contemporary era would be first. The historical era would come next; it would have more elements of fantasy, as well as more remembrance of past events. Glad to see you here ☺️☺️
It was a long time ago, in 2019. It was slow initially, but eventually picked up. I guess it was also thanks to the lockdown, which gave many people free time. But I cannot be sure.
Jock Next Bed (BL)
LGBT+ · ThatAmazingGirl